Grace

 So, while I was wandering around my house since I had nothing to do, I accidentally stepped into the storeroom. It was filled with darkness all around—nothing could be seen. So, I looked for the switches. While doing so, I bumped into a desk, and suddenly my hands landed on something that felt like a book. At the same time, I felt something rush past my feet and realized it was a big mouse. As soon as I became aware, I screamed and grabbed the book—just in case I needed to protect myself. I ran out hurriedly with the book in my hands. My legs were shaking terribly, as I’ve always been really afraid of mice. I came back to my room. When I first glanced at the book, I saw it was covered in dust. I wiped it, and it read: “The Undiscovered.” I got very excited to see what was inside, but when I opened it, I was disappointed—it was blank. In that moment of despair, I threw it aside. After some days, someone suggested I start writing a diary or journal, since I had been feeling very dep...